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letra de waffle house - promatic

[proof] ayo, be quiet, you hear that?
[dogmatic] whatchu talking bout’ n-gg-?
[proof] right.. right there.. dogmatic.. listen, listen listen..
[dogmatic] man, what the f-ck man, whatchu talking bout?
[proof] don’t tell me you don’t hear that sh-t doe
[dogmatic] h-ll naw man.. you trippin’ you trippin’ dog

[verse 1: proof (dogmatic)]
shhhh, don’t speak no more
d-mn, can’t feel my heat beat no more
who that beatin’ the door? who smack my door?
(calm down proof, n-body at your door)
is that for sure? get the gat out dog
i’m bout to put it in this n-gg- flat out dog
(yo, cool out you high god, you paranoid!)
shh shh you hear that noise?
right there somebody moving
(ha! ha! this n-gg- foolish!)
i wish i could get up and brush your face
i hope my nuts will get sucked today
(whatchu say?)
i better be high; my head is just dry
through the ghetto we ride
till my tummy amphetamy slide
i’m pathetic in trife, look at the red in my eye
bearly alive, i’m there with my wife (what?)
did i say that? or think that? let’s think back
f-ck it, yo pep show me where the sink at
i guess i struck out
don’t trust n-body.. everybody get the f-ck out!
give a f-ck, stole my mothers lamb
(hey proof my pound is in your other hand!)
thinking’ i’m f-ckin’ (yea), you little b-tch you
you see that door? hit it! before i hit yo.

[chorus: x2]
don’t bother me, i’m high right now
i really don’t wanna hear your mouth right now
i’m on a cloud right now
lets order chinese at the wafflehouse
what is you talking about?

[verse 2: dogmatic (proof)]
i woke up on the wrong side
i woke up with a sack of pills under my n-ts-ck
and they all mine
i’m still hungover from the last time
(that was three hours prior to now, n-gg- you still high)
you think this sh-t will make my brain fry?
(gimme 5 minutes to go get it and we can sure try)
approximately 5 minutes later
(yea i’m back with the stash)
n-gg- roll it up, i’m a pro n-gg-
let’s h-t that b-tch an get 4 fitted
my dad did drugs so i just go wid it
this what i’m laughing at, everytime my blood is spilling
i guess that i’m my own worst critic
start hittin’ these trees and never stop quittin’
never kind to hit something’ life is what you make it
puffin the green on any given.

[chorus]

[proof] man i’m tellin’ you, somebody knocking my mothaf-ckin.
[dogmatic] you check the door man?
[proof] yea there’s somebody at my d-mn door
[dogmatic] where these pills come from?
[proof] what pills?
[just] yea they mine n-gg-
[proof] you got purple pills.. you got some purple pills!
n-gg- gimme yo godd-mn pills, gimme your d-mn pills man
[dogmatic] there’s no-one at the door
[proof] there is somebody at the d-mn door
why don’t you listen man, gimme your godd-mn pills doe

[verse 3: just]
hey hey bring my legs back
(we ain’t got your legs)
well bring me a big mac
i need to eat something before i smoke this sack
(man you always eating’ just that’s why you fat)
i’mma try some crack, you got a pipe?
foo, you got the solids, so who got the stripes?
just forget it, its time to get lifted
p-ss the tas, disaster to fake mags
why you talking so loud, we in the same room
shut up, while i pop this pill
i can’t open my mouth, tryna pull it open
h-ll naw, then i guess we’ll keep smoking
one puff two puff three puff four
its all gone now we gone get some more
dog i told you somebody was at my door

[chorus]

- promatic

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